Undead

Buried six feet under the ground,

Nobody came to see me around.

Wake me up this November

in the place where I fell into my deepest slumber.

Without reasons, I'm drowned in loneliness.

Realizing pain that was clueless.

The young buds have begun to fall

and like mountains, you made some wall.

Golden days have already passed.

Dreams are shattered like pieces of glass.

If I'll slit my throat, I'll feel no pain.

Nothing would change, the pain is all the same.

I love him but he's not mine.

How I wish time may be entwined.

I know I'm already dead

and the blue roses will never turn to red.


















Hello, reader! Written above is a poem I wrote which pretty much sums up what I've felt these days. Well, except for the last stanza. The pain that stretches across my soul doesn't come from an unrequited love. This time it's much heavier and more realistic.

I have written anything in a while, but yeah, I ain't dead yet. Or perhaps I am. I can't even tell. I do hope you're having the time of your life. Have a great week ahead, enjoy the latest season of Game of Thrones (which I would probably binge-watch), and don't forget to join my giveaway here.
It's ongoing and I'll be adding more prizes for the winner.

See you soon, that, I pray to the old gods and the new.
Seven blessings to you!

love lots,
Tin